Birthday Agony

2tet on Dec 6, 2009

My Birthday could be best describe as an agony in poor garden, harvested cruel crops of dear love’s burden.

Felt on the twelfth day of November

Emotional to cry in front of the other

Uncontrolled tear of heart’s bother

Sanctity of love’s broken wither

It was the first time

A hard rock becomes lime

Too intelligent to climb

Too busy to crime

Just when I thought I can have it

November 14 is a birthday treat

Invited a date of oozing lit

Regret one more time by noble nit

Take good care more than a friend

Extend love more than self’s trend

Showed kindness in levels of bend

Get closer to God to please offend

Still, efforts misled to own life’s murder

Thinking as if it was a birthday disaster

But, it could be best describe as an agony in poor garden

Harvested cruel crops of dear love’s burden

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spiritwalker on Dec 12, 2009
Surely the day of your birth could not bring such agony.

I like the words you use in your work. Maybe better structure but overall very good.
2tet on Dec 12, 2009
Thanks for commenting…

Shall I say, It was a favorable one…

Blessings…

Best regards,
2tet
LOVELYHONEY on Dec 17, 2009
on 12 th nov ember

i did u remember

so many pals i have in triond

and elsewhere too

who were born this day

so emotional they always stay

so many times i am led astray with triond i wish to stay
thanks
Musical thanks
To all those who have
Read so far
Let the tunes go as far
As the deserts of Sahara and beyond
My music is sound,
No silent mirage,
Peep in softly and join the dance floor
But don\’t dare to barge.
LOVELY and HONEY

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